Grand_Void_Daoist

Slave… 

Trash… 

Unwanted…

Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. 

But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. 

Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. 

But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? 

Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. 

How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World?

Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. 

Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Three Fold World

Having tended to his hand, Asher realized that he actually had a few problems that now became apparent to him.

"My right hand is basically out of commission for now." Asher said to himself.

Moving the hand itself was not much of a problem, but knew that if he exerted too much the wound will tear open again and start bleeding. He also wouldn't be able to hold anything heavy with his ring hand either.

'Fighting with the right hand is out of question too.' He would have to do his best in avoiding anymore conflicts. "Where's the dagger?" he looked for his sole source of protection.

The spell was something he wished to keep as a last resort thus the dagger would have to make do. But Asher couldn't find the dagger anywhere near him.

'How far did it get knocked off?' He wondered. 'I'll need the torch.' He went to pick up the torch that had almost died out.

Fixing Wounds And Tool